Rain poured down around you, splattering the pavement, your hair sticking to your face, as the quiet clicking of cameras brought you to your senses- The paparazzi, dying to catch a picture of you, sodden, makeup running down your face. Great.

You kept moving, mot looking infront of you, until you slammed into a lean, taller man. Niragi looked down at you, bemused smirk on his face.

"Need help, by any chance?"